do we exist beyond this?
when the words are gone
and the screen is dark
is there an us?
or does your life go on
untouched
unchanged
by words we speak
or dreams we share?
am I in your thoughts
when the keyboard is cold ?
or do you fold me up and tuck me away
until the next time we meet
processed and pixilated
the emotions we feel
are they part fiber optics?
binary code
but not binding
do we exist
outside the certainty we create together?
or are we simply a by-product of a silicon world?
I know what I feel
I know what is real
but veracity is as flimsy as paper
and Descartes
never had an off switch
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